Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
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But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
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Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore...
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And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.
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Here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there, and nothing more.